like when i walked into my home yesterday, having not seen my parents for days. i give a begrudging wave to my father, who sits on the couch in the living. then as i slink away towards my room, i hear him shout out my name, and call for me to go see him. he has never been one to have a conversation through walls and with raised in voices. obediently, i turn towards the living room, weary of the fight that is about to begin - for whatever reason. i am still looking down, not out of fear, but out of emotional awkwardness, and i hear him stare at my new dress, and say, "you. look. beautiful."
i feel myself raise, involuntarily, slightly on my toes, twist the curve of my skirt a little, rub at my eyes and say, "thaaaaaaank youuuuu."
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